Staring into his eyes I was kissing the devil in the pale moonlight.

I am far past my breaking point
Loving wasn't made for me
And life isn't what I thought it would be
Flowers die when I walk by
And trees loose their leaves
I am far past my breaking point
Mountains are a danger to my heart
Calling my name so I can step my foot off the ledge
Bridges are burning and I crave the jump into the ocean and let the water swallow my soul
Confinement seems like heaven so no one will share my sickness
Death is glimpse of hope through my grey colored eyes
I am far past my breaking point
Losing grip from my rope that has anchored me down for times on end
Crying is a constant and screaming in a definite
Cigarettes burns in my jeans and holes through my lungs is okay with me
I've come to love my darkness and be okay with my sadness
Because I am far past my breaking point

Tears are falling from my eyes though it feels I am crying boulders when each step I take is walking into a crater full of hate.
Cigarette between my teeth rotting my lungs and staining my teeth, filling me with smoke I breathe out air full of lies.
Pieces of my heart dropping from my heart as an angel drops from heaven when it loses its wings.
Demons in my head screaming out for attention but everybody is dead. Dreadful cries spreading through souls like wildfire, lighting flames to all the world.

Love is a scream into nothingness with hope strings like twine holding onto hearts full with lust.

Fallen into the crevices love is broken into tiny fragments breaking and shattering while people walk along its paths.

Hearts strug together with lust filling it's cracks and taking back the love we were given. Passion from love has left us barren filled with empty lungs and shaking hands.

I have fallen in love with my sadness
But I am consumed by my madness

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house...
There were no signs of love, not even for a mouse....

There was no Christmas tree with glitter and lights..
Just boxes to sleep in and a smelly old couch....

There old whiskey bottles glistening in the night.....
There were feelings of loneliness and feelings of doubt.....

There were candles for light, with no hope in sight...
The chimney was boarded to keep the cold out...

A home for homeless, hungry, lonely and cold....
Wanting someone to love them before they grow old....

With a light through the window, then a bang on the door....
In came the police and they dragged them out the door.....

Moral to the story....
If you don't get what you want for Christmas.... Be joyful that you have someone that loves you!!!!
Merry Christmas and God Bless....